Oh, poo. in Your Face

Last day in the office for the week! It has been a slow week. Not a great deal going on at work, which makes me rest on my laurels BAD. Tracy is having a hard time adjusting after her vacation, too.

Meth Bro is obviously in a black whole of self-pity, and is moaning about it on Facebook. It’s getting on my nerves. I’m not unsympathetic to his feelings, not at all. You guys all know how I have my own black holes, blah, blah, blah. I am just annoyed because he has friends and siblings that reach out to him constantly, and he bites back like a rabid dog. Then it’s all, “I’m so alone, no one cares about me.” Bullshit. Bull. Shit. Would I be sad if - this time - he actually kills himself? Yes, I absolutely would. Would I regret feeling this frustration with him? Nope. Not for a second.

I apologize if the above paragraph strikes a nerve with any of you. I do not apologize for how I feel on the matter, so it’s no good telling me that I need to be more understanding or to take his cries for help more seriously.

Yesterday was a really bad day for me physically. I was just a total wreck, and it was so nice to climb into bed and just rest my bones.

My thumb has improved greatly, and I am able to use it properly again, with only random twinges of pain. Still no idea what I did to it, unless it was a pinched nerve or something.

This weekend I need to clean the apartment. It’s mostly just shit that M and I have pulled out of boxes or tossed into the spare rooms. We are slobs, what can I say? With my mother arriving on Thursday, we want those rooms looking somewhat respectable so that when she peeks her head in, she’s not horrified. Let’s keep in mind that she is a massive hoarder, but will still have the gall to comment on the amount of boxes and stuff that we keep in the apartment. But that’s not the point. I know there’s too much stuff, and I am pleased any time I am able to give away or dispose of an item. It’s a battle for M, as well. Anyway. It’s a job that needs to be done, and needs to happen this weekend.

I meant to get my eyebrows down about a million years ago, then put it off, put it off, put it off. Now I want to get them done early next week, clearly to impress my mother because I am nuts. But right now I am so embarrassed of them. I’ve tolerated them thus far, but this week I am just full of shame about the caterpillars resting on my brow. SOON.

Oh, I dropped into my online banking for my Australian account yesterday and discovered it was $300 overdrawn. Three hundred fucking dollars! I am such an idiot. The paypal-ing I have been doing recently was coming out of that account, when I thought I had set it to come from my US account. So it was just fee after fee after fee for being overdrawn. Son of a bitch. But what can I say? It’s my screw up. So, I hastily sent over money from the US to cover the deficit, and fixed my Paypal settings. I don’t even feel that annoyed about it, strangely, I just feel like the world’s biggest idiot. I don’t dare add up the fees, because I’m certain they are at least 2/3 of the $300. Ouch.

There have been workmen buzzing around the back of our office building for days, clearing out an old courtyard and rendering the building. The last two days, they’ve been using some sort of giant metal thing, that they drop on the concrete block to break it up. I’m sure I can feel the vibration in my internal organs, like when you stand too close to a loud speaker. I hope they’re done soon. They bring easily 20 cars with them, they’re noisy as all hell, and they literally block the driveways, so you have to go the wrong way down a one way road, around a blind corner, with no room for any cars to move to the side, in the event you come face to face with another car and don’t immediately die in a head on collision.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a huge stack of bank statements for someone we’re suing to go through. She stole her niece’s inheritance and I’m about to figure out exactly where she spent every cent.